Sunday June 19, 2016
I’m standing at the microphone and I can hear my own breathing inside my head, but everything else in the room is perfectly still. I am ready. I am prepared. I am under water. I feel true calm. I hear the speaker bellow out a long word in slow motion. I hear every single part of his word. I see every single part of his word. I take a deep breath and I pause. The silence is back. My focus is razor. I repeat his word, his multisyllabic and challenging word and I spell it back to him, punching. each. letter. It is good to be good. I am floating. I am waiting. The sound of the auditorium floods back to my ears and there is thunder. There is pulse. I am lifted.
Monday December 2, 2013
from graffiti on College Street
THESE ARE THE RULES:
1.NOBODY IS ALLOWWED TO HAVE FUN.
2. EVERYBODY MUST DRAW AN OUTLINE OF THERE BODIES EVERY DAY
3.THERE IS TO BE NO SPEAKING OUT OF TIRN
4.WHEN ITS DARK OUT, PEEPLE MUST HOLD HANDS WITH OTHER PEEPLE
5.IF YOU ARE A BOS TODAY TUMOROW YOU ARE NOT
6. DREEMING IN CULARS IS ALLOWWED.
7.CHOOING GUM IS FYNE IF THERE IS ALSO SHERRING
8.SINGING MUST BE DONE ALL THE TIME, EVEN WHEN YOUR OPSET